Sinéad O'Connor presente hoje e sempre minha Diva. Vou te ouvir e amar sempre minha cantora favorita e especial. Uma pessoa verdadeira e corajosa que não tinha medo de se expressar sobre abusos infantil. Estava certa em tudo que fez e falou. Adeus minha Rainha da Irlanda Sinéad O'Connor. ❤
Sinead draws her powers from a deep, ancient well. We are captivated, in thrall, enchanted. Odysseus himself or Jason, would neither have had the will to break free. Knowingly, we give in. And we follow Sinead's siren voice all the way down to dark Hades. Bring ye three coins, men, for the ferryman.We dream Sinead's music. God bless this woman of Ireland.
I’m of German descent and this brings a tear to my eye. The point being that no matter who you are or where you’re from this pain can transcend all else. Please, if it’s the last thing we do, no more brother wars.
Paddy’s Lament Well it's by the hush, me boys And that's to mind your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger stressed And in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave The Irish nation Well I sold me horse and cow My little pigs and sow My father's farm of land I then departed And me sweetheart Bid McGee I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning Broken-hearted Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming There is nothing here but war Where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home In dear old Dublin Well meself and a hundred more To America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be making We were thinkin' When we got to yankee land They put guns into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go And fight for Lincoln" Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming There is nothing here but war Where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home In dear old Dublin General Meagher to us he said If you get shot or lose your head Every mother's son of youse Will get a pension Well in the war I lost me leg And all I've now's a wooden peg And by soul it is the truth To you I mention Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be coming There is nothing here but war Where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home In dear old Dublin Well I think meself in luck If I get fed on Indianbuck And old Ireland is the country I delight in To the devil I would say God curse Americay For in truth I've had enough Of your hard fightin' Here ye boys Now take my advice To America I'll have ye Not be going There is nothing here but war Where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home In dear old Dublin I wish I was at home I wish I was at home I wish I was at home In dear old Dublin
Oh it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation Oh, I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow My little plot of land and I were parted And me sweetheart Britt McGee I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted Oh here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have you's not be coming There is nothing here but war where the murdering cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Well meself and a hundred more to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be made we were thinking When we got to Yankee land they shoved a gun into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" Well I thought myself in luck, to be fed on Indian buck And old Ireland the place that I delight in But with the devil I do say "curse Americay" For I am sick and tired of this hard fighting Oh here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have you's not be coming There is nothing here but war where the murdering cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Yes, I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Merci pour cette belle vidéo, avec de belles photos de ma belle irlandaise, et une très belle chanson, cet album est magnifique , c'est un chef-d'œuvre. C'était une période heureuse de sa vie. Elle a tellement souffert, j'aurais tellement voulu la sauver 😢 elle me manque, j'ai le même age. J'aimerais te rejoindre❤😢❤. Repose-toi ma belle ❤
2020 "hear ye boys, now take my advice. To America I'll have ya not be coming, there is nothing here but war, where the murdin' cannons roar, and I wish I was at home, in dear ole Dublin."
Sinead often starts off quietly, seemingly shyly, demure, whispering, and then works up to a moment when she opens her voice full throttle and roars out her demands for justice.
I love this song the Dublin concert is magical Sinéad is a one off there's nobody on the planet who can sing like this she's a very precious delicate woman who needs love & care Sean-Nós -Nau is a masterpiece a long with she who dwells🙏
You are one amazing woman SInead. I admire your spirit and will to live on through all your struggles you have survived. God bless and all the best and happiness.
Heart goes out to Sinead, who I always felt spoke for so many of us struggling with Grace, and now she's broken and went to the deceptions of Islam. Praying for her soul.
@@dtzjones7632 Molly Malone, Mantel so green, Paddys' Lament- I have them all on a C.d. Must search my house dig it out and find it - I know it's in there somewhere.
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow My little plot of land I soon did part with And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin' When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head Every murdered soul of you'se will get a pension Well in the war lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg And by soul it is the truth to you I mention Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck And old Ireland is the country I delight in To the devil, I would say, it's curse Americay For the truth I've had enough of your hard fightin Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin I wish I was at home I wish I was at home I wish I was at home I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
“Well it’s by the hush me boys and that’s to make no noise, and listen to poor paddy’s sad narration . For I was by hunger pressed and in poverty distressed so I took a thought I’d leave the Irish nation , here’s ye boys now take me advice to America if have ye’s not be coming, for there’s notin here but war where the murder in cannons roar, and I wish I was at home in dear old érin. Well, I sold me horse and plough my little pig and sow my father’s farm of Land and then I parted, and me sweetheart biddy m gee in afraid I’ll neer more see for left her there in Ireland broken hearted”
This album was well-stacked at BORDERS (remember them?) when I ran as a faithful Shinny-fan to buy it. It flopped catastrophically and its one of the most brilliant expositions of groovy trad ever made. Her voice alone should have moved 2M copies of it. Genius record, but Sinead couldn’t give stuff away at the time. The public’s loss on this one.
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Gods, this woman sings from the depth of the Irish soul. Ahhhhh
Along with Shane , Yeats. Joyce ,Wild.
You have heard a song a 1000 times, and then you hear it sung by Sinead O'Connor ... fresh and full of powerful emotion. Outstanding.
RIP Sinéad.
I hope you found a bit of happiness wherever you are.
Bella Sinead
These are the songs she learned from her father.
I feel it is her best work. Love this entire album.
This song is a masterpiece.
Always a rich man’s war and a poor man’s fight.
Sinéad O'Connor presente hoje e sempre minha Diva. Vou te ouvir e amar sempre minha cantora favorita e especial. Uma pessoa verdadeira e corajosa que não tinha medo de se expressar sobre abusos infantil. Estava certa em tudo que fez e falou. Adeus minha Rainha da Irlanda Sinéad O'Connor. ❤
Sleep well Sinead. You were a jewel.
Sinead draws her powers from a deep, ancient well. We are captivated, in thrall, enchanted. Odysseus himself or Jason, would neither have had the will to break free. Knowingly, we give in. And we follow Sinead's siren voice all the way down to dark Hades. Bring ye three coins, men, for the ferryman.We dream Sinead's music. God bless this woman of Ireland.
RIP Sinead, heartbroken I am
Sure and you have the truth of it. She has the voice of the Irish centuries of pain and war and struggle.
God Bless your soul, Sinéad.
Божественно 😢❤
Beyond stunning.
I’m of German descent and this brings a tear to my eye. The point being that no matter who you are or where you’re from this pain can transcend all else.
Please, if it’s the last thing we do, no more brother wars.
QUE vous me manquez miss O'CONNORS !!
A haunting and spellbinding voice...truly one of the magical people of Auld Eire!
It makes me think of my great-great-great-grandfather. He was from Longford and emigrated to Wisconsin. He fought in the Mexican War.
❤Stor saknad vila I frid 😢Gudomlig sångröst from Sweden ❤❤❤❤❤😢😢😢
Paddy’s Lament
Well it's by the hush, me boys
And that's to mind your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger stressed
And in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave
The Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow
My little pigs and sow
My father's farm of land
I then departed
And me sweetheart Bid McGee
I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning
Broken-hearted
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America I'll have ye
Not be coming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
Well meself and a hundred more
To America sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be making
We were thinkin'
When we got to yankee land
They put guns into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go
And fight for Lincoln"
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America I'll have ye
Not be coming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he said
If you get shot or lose your head
Every mother's son of youse
Will get a pension
Well in the war I lost me leg
And all I've now's a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth
To you I mention
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America I'll have ye
Not be coming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
Well I think meself in luck
If I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country
I delight in
To the devil I would say
God curse Americay
For in truth I've had enough
Of your hard fightin'
Here ye boys
Now take my advice
To America I'll have ye
Not be going
There is nothing here but war
Where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
In dear old Dublin
Obrigado pelo presente, a tradução!
the pain she puts into this song
a troubled soul for a trobled song
god bless Sinead O'Connor
Look for the live version.
She really added another dimension to this song.
Beautiful, just beautiful...
Absolutely amazing, thankyou for your music, sending love to you
Oh it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's lamentation
Oh, I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land and I were parted
And me sweetheart Britt McGee I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Oh here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you's not be coming
There is nothing here but war where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well meself and a hundred more to America sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be made we were thinking
When we got to Yankee land they shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
Well I thought myself in luck, to be fed on Indian buck
And old Ireland the place that I delight in
But with the devil I do say "curse Americay"
For I am sick and tired of this hard fighting
Oh here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you's not be coming
There is nothing here but war where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Yes, I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Merci pour cette belle vidéo, avec de belles photos de ma belle irlandaise, et une très belle chanson, cet album est magnifique , c'est un chef-d'œuvre. C'était une période heureuse de sa vie. Elle a tellement souffert, j'aurais tellement voulu la sauver 😢 elle me manque, j'ai le même age.
J'aimerais te rejoindre❤😢❤.
Repose-toi ma belle ❤
Grazie signore per l'Irlanda grazie per Sinead
2020 "hear ye boys, now take my advice. To America I'll have ya not be coming, there is nothing here but war, where the murdin' cannons roar, and I wish I was at home, in dear ole Dublin."
Grazie signore per Sinead
When she hits the high notes she is incomparable
Sinead often starts off quietly, seemingly shyly, demure, whispering, and then works up to a moment when she opens her voice full throttle and roars out her demands for justice.
She was amazing
God bless those poor people gone before us my heart goes out to them .!
Love you Sinead. Irelands Voice ❤
We are a world wide family. Love from the Barry Clan here in 🇨🇦
Her voice is hauntingly beautiful
Hauntingly indeed
Very touching,
Absolutely beautiful
I love this song the Dublin concert is magical Sinéad is a one off there's nobody on the planet who can sing like this she's a very precious delicate woman who needs love & care Sean-Nós -Nau is a masterpiece a long with she who dwells🙏
I'm so sorry and sad that that your gone. Bless your soul. RIP sweet Sinead.
It brings tears to my eyes every time.
she's so damn beautiful
Rest easy, Sineád
You are one amazing woman SInead. I admire your spirit and will to live on through all your struggles you have survived. God bless and all the best and happiness.
R.I.P Sinead ❤
R.i.p.❤
RIP dear one.❤️
This song' brings my soul to tears.. ..
Rest in Peace. 💔
Heart goes out to Sinead, who I always felt spoke for so many of us struggling with Grace, and now she's broken and went to the deceptions of Islam. Praying for her soul.
May God remove the hate of Islam from your heart.
But that will only happen if He wills.
Bit dramatic
miss you 😥
“The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad. For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad”
NO war is "merry."
@@romielnagar1062 Tell G.K Chesterton.
Thank you for sharing. Brings me out in goose bumps every time.
Patrick Donaldson absolutely
moves me to tears
Me too Gary.
CUT MY HEART
❤
Up the Irish Brigade! Rest in Peace Sinead
Thank you a million times, was looking for the studio version!!! :))))))))))))
Meas Agun just a suggestion but why don't you buy the album Sean-Nos-Nua and support sinead's art ????
@@dtzjones7632 Molly Malone, Mantel so green, Paddys' Lament- I have them all on a C.d. Must search my house dig it out and find it - I know it's in there somewhere.
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'
When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands
"Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of you'se will get a pension
Well in the war lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil, I would say, it's curse Americay
For the truth I've had enough of your hard fightin
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home
I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Thank you
“Well it’s by the hush me boys and that’s to make no noise, and listen to poor paddy’s sad narration . For I was by hunger pressed and in poverty distressed so I took a thought I’d leave the Irish nation , here’s ye boys now take me advice to America if have ye’s not be coming, for there’s notin here but war where the murder in cannons roar, and I wish I was at home in dear old érin. Well, I sold me horse and plough my little pig and sow my father’s farm of Land and then I parted, and me sweetheart biddy m gee in afraid I’ll neer more see for left her there in Ireland broken hearted”
This song makes me proud of my Irish ancestors.
I'm French....
This album was well-stacked at BORDERS (remember them?) when I ran as a faithful Shinny-fan to buy it. It flopped catastrophically and its one of the most brilliant expositions of groovy trad ever made. Her voice alone should have moved 2M copies of it. Genius record, but Sinead couldn’t give stuff away at the time. The public’s loss on this one.
Beautiful 0:18
Love you.
Holy hell
che musicista
Come sei tutto Sinead
Ireland forever
☘️💜☘️ Druidic bloodline Bard☘️💜☘️ Erin Go Braugh ☘️💜☘️ Ireland until the End ☘️💜☘️ Irish Pride ☘️💜☘️ Irish Plight ☘️💜☘️
Rip
I long for a land I've never known.
💖
The best versions of this song are all sung by women. Wonder why that is.
Subliminal Lime I think that goes for most Irish songs
The high pitched voice.
Subliminal Lime I think a lot of songs about war are best sung by women because it gives the realization that the men are all gone to war or dead
This and David Kincaid are the best versions
Rip 🤍
C koi lé parole
Oconnoru
RIP Shuhada Davitt
They should have landed In Atlanta. Would have fought for a better side.
Traitor
She has become a paddy's lament, shame to say....
Not a great version to be honest.
Her live version in Dublin is the best!
: °☆„¸ ♡ ¸„☆° Her voice is simply "monumentally beautiful", "extraordinarily outstanding" and "awe-inspiring". "Unparalleled" etc. °☆„¸ ♡ ¸„☆°
@@juliajanssens8432 Agreed Julia
I like it actually and I’m not her biggest fan. (I think she butchered the foggy dew for example)
R.i.p sinead
See yee later darling Sinead. RIP
Sinead, I will always love you. ❤